Spell Cat by Tara Lain Page 0,49

Blaine was under the spell, but it only took a day to realize a little Blaine was better than no Blaine at all. He didn’t have the right to force himself on Blaine, but Blaine had been interested even before the spell. Oh man, my head aches. Of course, he also ached in places he hadn’t known he had, but they were all good. “Jimmy, if you’ll arrange for us to meet your parents, that will set all this in motion.”

“Jeez, how do I do that?”

Killian smiled. “Just tell them Killian Barth, the Witch Master, would like to meet them.”

Chapter Sixteen

Finally, they left. Jimmy was going to work up the nerve to talk to his parents. Lavender was going to teach her boyfriend some craft. Killian picked up the tea tray and cups and carried them into the kitchen.

“Mwrar.”

“Hey, Al. What’s up?” The cat didn’t vocalize unless he had something important to say.

The doorbell rang. What did they forget? He dumped the dishes on the counter and headed for the door with Al following.

“Merwaow.”

“Yeah, okay, I’m hurrying….” He pulled open the door. Heart-stop city.

Blaine pushed past him into the entry. “You can’t do it. You can’t marry some woman. It’s not fair to the woman, and it’s sure as hell not fair to you. In fact, it’s not fair to me.” He turned and, in one move, grabbed Killian, pulled him close, and crushed his mouth down onto Killian’s lips, which were still parted in protest. Oh gods, yes. What had he just been thinking about some Blaine being what he needed? How fast could he get this human into bed?

With a kick, he closed the door and began pulling Blaine deeper into the apartment. Couldn’t stop kissing, though. Never wanted to stop that. Oh, sweet. Wet tongue collision. Circle. Caress. Mmmm. Cinnamon. Vanilla. Bliss.

Blaine got the idea quickly. He grabbed Killian’s leg and lifted it up around his waist. Killian pulled back. “You’re crazy. You can’t carry me. We’re practically the same size.”

“Watch me.”

Killian grinned and hopped. Blaine caught him, helping get Killian’s other leg around his waist. Blaine positioned two hands under Killian’s butt to hold him. The reward. Gods, he’d never been in this position with anyone. Their cocks met like two hot, pulsing bulges that wanted to be one. Couldn’t control. He pumped up and down, rubbing and pushing. Not close enough. Need more. His arms hugged tight around Blaine’s neck as he shoved his tongue so deeply, he thought he might choke the man, but Blaine took it all and sucked for more. Frantically, Killian’s hips kept thrusting.

Blaine ripped his lips away. He let go of his arms, and Killian’s legs slid to the floor.

“No….” Blaine turned him around and pushed him up against the door. Killian’s face pressed on the painted wood. Never had a door looked so promising. He felt hands pulling at his jeans until they slid down his legs, boxer briefs with them. He tried to separate his legs but couldn’t get too far, hobbled by the pants, so he pushed his butt out.

“Yeah, baby, this is what you need.”

Oh, yes, cold and slippery in his ass. “You came prepared.”

“Prepared and determined. I want you to know what we have together.” A finger probed gently, and Killian tried to push against it, but Blaine held him back. “Wait, want to get you nice and lubed. Need to get the condom on.”

“Hurry. Need it.” Thunder rumbled. He didn’t care.

Blaine’s breath warmed his ear. “I never hear thunder without thinking of you. It’s like your symphony, baby.”

If he only knew. “Hurry, please.” He bent farther. Reward. Big, hot, and hard pushed against his hungry hole. “Oh, yes, Powers, yes. Push. Do it. Do me, please.”

Gods! Straight in across the prostate, fire and shivers at the same time, bliss, joy. Fuck! And that’s just what Blaine did, pushing in and out, hard and fast. “Like this, sweetheart? This what you want?” His hips snapped. In. In. In. “I’ve lived for this since I met you. I can’t live without it. I can’t live without you.”

More. More. Couldn’t think. Only feel. Full of light and life and… love. Oh crap, who cared if it was a spell? It felt so real. The power of magic. “Don’t ever stop.”

Blaine’s hot cock thrust deep, deep. No thought, just wave after wave of volcanic heat washed up Killian’s spine, and sweet pressure built in his balls like the lava from that volcano.

The thrusts got harder, more frantic. “Gotta